His Name is Frustration
I dive, I delve, my breath is held
As I feel you drawing near.
My Hope she sees your
Frog Crown smile,
The one thing
that she Fears.
Breath is sacred to all but you
For Gratitude never visits your expression.
I’ve heard nothing but things untrue, from you
now it’s time for your confession.
You are a drowning sensation
You poison my air
You avalanche your entry
Expecting some type of applause.
You’ve vanquished all my sentry
and now, sir, you can kindly fuck off.